CONCERT News:

First Presbyterian offers weekly recitals 5:30-6 p.m. Fridays. These concerts are free and open to all. A freewill offering for the recital fund will be received.

What: Robert Marcus, clarinet and Edwin Light, piano

Music: Brahms

Date: July 22

Time: 5:30 p.m. (doors open at 5:15 p.m.)

Where: First Presbyterian Church, 208 Grant Ave. Santa Fe

Admission: Freewill offering and open to all

For More Information call 982.8544 

Program: 

• Sonata in A Major, Op. 100 – Johannes Brahms
  1. Allegro amabile (1833-1897)
  2. Andante tranquillo
  3. Allegretto grazioso                                                     

• Four Songs – Johannes Brahms
  1. Sunday
  2. On the way to my sweetheart
  3. The Maynight
  4. Of love unending

SUNDAY 

So it is by now a whole long week 
That I have not seen my sweet love; 
I saw her on a Sunday 

As she stood before her door. 
The thousandfold lovely maiden,
The thousandfold lovely darling. 

Would to God, that I were with her today. 
Then for a whole long week 

My joy would not end. 

I saw her on a Sunday 

As she went to Church. 

Would to God, that I were with her today! 

ON THE WAY TO MY SWEETHEART 

The moon is shining,
I should go again 

To my sweetheart; 
How does she fare? 
Oh woe, she despairs,

And laments, and laments, 
That she will never 

See me again! 

The moon went down, 
I hurried along, 

And hastened, that no one 
Might carry off my sweet.
You little doves, oh coo, 

You breezes, oh stir, 

That my sweetheart by no one 

May be carried away!

THE MAYNIGHT

When the silvery moon beams through the shrubs,
And over the lawn scatters its slumbering light,
And the nightingale sings, 

I walk sadly through the woods. 
Shrouded by foliage, a pair of doves 
Coo their delight to me; 

But I turn away seeking darker shadows, 
And a lonely tear flows. 

When, oh smiling image, that like dawn 

Shines upon my soul, when shall I find you on earth? 
And the lonely tear flows trembling,

Burning down my cheek. 

OF LOVE UNENDING

Dark, how dark it is in he forest and field!

Night has fallen, the world now is silent. 
Nowhere a light and nowhere smoke,

Yes, and the lark is now silent too! 

From the village yonder there comes the young lad,
Taking his beloved home, 

He leads her past the willow bushes, 
Talking much, and of many things: 

“If you suffer shame and if you grieve, 

If you suffer disgrace before others because of me,
Then our love shall be ended ever so fast,

As fast as we once came together;

It shall go with the rain and go with the wind, 
As fast as we once came together,”

Then says the maiden, the maiden says: 

“Our love can never end! 

Firm is the steel and the iron is firm, 
Yet our love is firmer still.

Iron and steel can be forged over 
Who can change our love? 

Iron and steel can perish in time, 

Our love, our love must remain forever!”